Umi No Koi

Kisame was sitting, tied to that chair up against the wall. Iruka came over, kneeling between his legs and undoing Kisame’s pants, freeing Kisame’s huge, erect member.
It was so thick, Iruka let out a low moan and began to suck on that throbbing hard cock. Kisame made a low sound, bucking into the dolphin’s mouth, his arms bound to the chair legs. Iruka sucked on Kisame’s cock until he felt the other man’s muscles tense. nearing an orgasm, then pulling away, tasting Kisame’s sweet pre-cum in his mouth. He licked the corners of his mouth, sitting on Kisame’s lap, his legs on either side of his torso.
“What are you going to do?” Kisame asked, his eyes wide.
Iruka kissed the man, rubbing their cocks together in a delicious friction until he himself could no longer take it. He wanted the shark inside him, to feel his cock fill him, to make the shark scream, to cum…
Iruka moved his hips upward, pressing his erection against Kisame’s chest. Kisame finally understood what was going on and tried to stop the rampaging dolphin.
“No! Iruka-san! You’ll hurt yoursel…” Iruka silenced him with his lips, propping his small tight opening against Kisame’s erection. Kisame moaned into Iruka’s mouth, trying to pull away. Iruka eased himself down over the organ, pleased at the pain from the stretching, tearing muscles. He threw his head back and let out a moan, wiggling around on Kisame’s cock until it fit all the way inside him. Kisame moaned an thrust upward, hitting the smaller man’s prostate. Iruka clung to Kisame, riding out the wave of pain, until he got used to feeling the larger man inside him.
Currently, Kisame was at Iruka’s mercy. Iruka bit down gently on Kisame’s shoulder as Kisame thrust gently upwards, careful not to hurt Iruka. The slow pace was driving Iruka wild and he began to wonder if maybe that was Kisame’s intention.
“Dammit! Harder!” Iruka said, lifting himself slightly and then letting gravity do the rest. He groaned into Kisame’s neck, and Kisame got the idea, quickening the pace.
Iruka’s muscles tensed up,
Iruka woke up, a familiar tingling sensation between his legs. He ripped back the covers and saw his manhood standing at attention. Iruka moaned loudly as the fabric of the sheets brushed against it. He got up.
He hadn’t masturbated since his parents died, and he had never really gotten close enough to anyone to have sex. There was Tsubaki, but she didn’t feel the same way back, and other than her…
He put a hand against his hot skin, his painful erection beginning to leak slightly.
“Damn, what brought this on?” He said, trying the door handle. Locked, of course. He wrapped a sheet tightly around his shoulders and sat on the windowsill, hoping that maybe the coolness of the rain on the glass would take it away.
He tried to remember his dream, but saw only flashes of blue and tan flesh, tangled together in a heated passion. Iruka shook his head.
“I’m not gay…” He said, his warm breath condensing on the glass. He swallowed the growing lump in his throat as well as his pride and began to rub his erection slowly, using the pre-cum as lubricant. It hurt…and felt good at the same time. So good…
Iruka let out a low moan as he gripped himself a little tighter and pumped up and down, slowly at first, then increasing his speed. He felt his muscles tense, caught up in his self induction, and he didn’t hear the door open. But he did hear something heavy fall to the ground as he sprayed his seed all over his chest and the windowsill. He glanced over his shoulder and saw a tall figure, cloaked in black. He ignored it at first, then did a double take.
Kisame was standing in the doorway, pale faced and soaking wet. Iruka covered the sheet over himself and stood up, blushing. He had chosen not to yell at Kisame, due to the fact he was an S-rank criminal, and his captor.
The room was filled with an uneasy awkward silence. Kisame picked Samehada up off the floor.